After CitP, we saw bats leaving their colony.

This great local band, the Alkali Flats (which is also the neighborhood lower than 16th and about H St) does a show every year or two. They play country songs and invite anyone to come up and sing the vocals. Country Karaoke, it is called, and man it is fun. They get a lot of ringers, singers from other bands, who come up and belt out their song. They get a lot of pure amateurs, and then it is great to watch them slow the tempo and cue the singer and look over the singer's head at each other and grin. There's that first inhale for every song, when you don't have any idea how it is going to go. Everyone gets lots of applause and whistles, and if they aren't so strong, the crowd sings the chorus extra loud. It is a fun, fun night.

The Alkali Flats played at Concert in the Park earlier that evening. That show, they did less country, more gospel and old timey music. I was raised on that; I know dozens of those hymns. I sing along to the ones I know and sometimes to the ones I don't know, 'cause the rhyme schemes are so standardized. It isn't hard to guess what is coming next. Didn't expect one I heard tonight, though. I'd heard the rich girl/poor girl/my girl format before. But I'd never heard:

Rich girl uses vaseline
Poor girl uses lard
My girl uses axle grease
But she takes it twice as hard